Nie Li felt the injuries inside his body. He was truly going to die—truly going to be smashed to death alive.
"Master me! I'm willing to acknowledge you as my master! Don't kill me!" Nie Li cried out miserably.
After painstakingly cultivating to the Demon King realm, he was about to be beaten to death just like this. Nie Li was unwilling to accept it.
Demonic beasts cultivated slowly, but their lifespans were longer than humans'. With Nie Li's current realm, living another thousand years would be effortless.
If he further excavated the potential of his own bloodline, Nie Li's lifespan might continue to grow.
A thousand years—how many things could he still enjoy? Nie Li did not want to die.
Boom!
The world spun around him as Nie Li's body was smashed into the sea once more. This time, Nie Li felt no pain, only numbness throughout his body. This was already a sign of impending death.
His four limbs had completely burst apart, with countless clouds of blood mist swirling around him. Cracks densely covered Nie Li's turtle shell, as though it would completely split apart the next moment.
If his turtle shell truly cracked open, the demonic body beneath it would inevitably be reduced to pulp.
Nie Li spat a great mouthful of blood mist into the sky. Under the immense pressure, his eyes had long since burst apart completely.
Even the Demonic Core within his body was now cracked, exactly like his turtle shell.
The two had always shared a faint connection. During his usual cultivation, Nie Li had constantly strengthened the resonance between his Demonic Core and turtle shell.
Thus, the toughness of Nie Li's Demonic Core was far greater than that of an ordinary Demon King.
"What did you say just now?"
Chen Fei